Adult fairy tale: Starting with social security black stockings Little Red Riding Hood!

In the market, people were coming and going.

The shouts on both sides of the road were endless.

Rhode glanced at the stalls around him. In the small market, there were quite a few people buying and selling food, drinks, clothes, furniture, and even slave traders.

"Slave! Two gold pounds for a healthy slave!"

""Sir, do you want to buy some slaves?"

Rhodes looked at the slaves in the cages, most of whom were strong men.

Although slavery existed in this world, the number of slaves was actually pitifully small.

Most of the ordinary people at the bottom were serfs employed by the nobles.

Although they were still slaves in essence, at least the nominal relationship was an equal employment relationship.

Only when there was a war between nobles and the captured serfs did not have enough ransom would they be sold as slaves.

He had no territory, so it was useless to buy these slaves, and he had to spend money to keep them.

The only use was to use them as sacrifices.

However, these ordinary slaves were not of much use to him after being sacrificed. It was a pure waste of energy.

"How do you sell these horses?"

Rhodes came to a horse dealer and asked casually.

"Fifteen gold pounds for an ordinary horse"

"If it's a war horse, it would cost forty gold pounds."Fifteen gold pounds?

Tsk!

How expensive!

An ordinary horse is more expensive than the price of two cows put together.

"How many horses do you have here?"

"About fifteen, ten ordinary horses and five war horses."

Fifteen war horses should be enough.

Rhode nodded and took them all with a wave of his hand.

"I want them all, but I don't have enough pounds, so I want to barter."

"Barter? Sure!"

The horse dealer was stunned for a moment, but he didn't refuse.

Anyway, as long as the price was right, it didn't matter whether it was gold or goods.

Rhodes took out an exquisite wooden box from his arms.

After opening it, he wound the spring a few times.

Clear music came out from the wooden box.

Instantly, the careless horse dealer was stunned.

"This is called a music box, a treasure from an ancient country. I will use it to exchange for your horses."

Looking at the little people dancing to the music in the wooden box, the horse dealer didn't hesitate at all and made the deal directly.

If this exquisite treasure could be sold to those powerful nobles, it would be more than enough to exchange for hundreds of horses, let alone a dozen horses.

This guy is simply a fool.

After the transaction, he was afraid that Rhode would regret it.

The horse dealer ran away without a trace.

"I won't regret it."

Rod shook his head and walked around the whole market. He exchanged all the horses in the hands of the horse dealers for various modern crafts.

Of course, for these people, they will definitely not lose money.

Modern crafts are worthless in modern times.

But in this backward era, each one is a valuable treasure.

Before he came here, he went to the market to purchase a batch of various exquisite crafts.

He spent hundreds of thousands of dollars and thousands of exquisite crafts.

It can't be used up, it can't be used up at all.

Bringing dozens of horses to a deserted place.

Rod's backhand was a sacrifice.

Sacrifice!

A deep light flashed, and dozens of horses disappeared.

A black whistle appeared in Rod's hand.

"Hmm?"

I sacrificed dozens of horses, and now I'm giving him a whistle. What does that mean?"

Rhode looked at the whistle in his hand with a strange look on his face. He put it to his lips and blew it softly.

The long whistle echoed, and a dark mist suddenly appeared, covering the surroundings.

"Whoosh!"

Then, a low neighing sounded.

Trample! Trample! Trample!

In the diffused black fog, a pitch-black warhorse slowly stepped out. The pitch-black hair was like the color of thick ink dripping into the water, soft, smooth and shiny.

Rhodes estimated that the black horse was nearly two meters and one meter tall, a head taller than him.

The weight was at least 1,200 kilograms.

This data is more than half higher than that of a purebred horse with pure blood.

The bones are thick, the muscles are strong and the muscle lines are obvious.

The body is covered with a layer of dark blue full body armor, and all the joints and vital points from head to tail are covered by heavy armor.

A pair of dark eyes bloomed with blood-red light, and there was an iron horn on the head that was as sharp as an ice knife.

Looking at this warhorse that was filled with ferocity and murderous aura, like a war weapon,

Rhodes looked satisfied.

From this aura, it can be seen that this horse is not an ordinary one.

An ordinary warhorse in front of it would probably be trampled to death by a wave of collision.

""Neigh!"

The black horse shook its head and approached Rhode.

It bent its front legs and crouched down, docile and loyal.

Rhode reached out and touched the black horse, unable to hide the fondness on his face.

Women and cars are things that most men cannot resist.

The same is true for horses.

One can ride, the other can ride.

This is the desire to conquer that is engraved in the bones of all men.

"What's your name?..."

Rhodes stroked his chin and looked at the black-haired warhorse.

Walking out of the darkness, the hair on its body was still black, just like the deep dark night.

"I'll call you Dark Night."

He turned over and sat on the horse's back, and shook the reins lightly.

He didn't need to operate it. The Dark Night warhorse seemed to understand his thoughts and instantly increased its speed.